tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527434627416065375.post772683585871346243..comments2015-09-29T13:23:12.317-07:00Comments on Jim Ainsworth: Gun Metal Stud III A Horse Thief on Speed DialJim Ainsworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18240405075941678085noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2527434627416065375.post-51757772841479185982013-04-03T14:23:18.273-07:002013-04-03T14:23:18.273-07:00Closest Shave I Ever Got
Brother Ainsworth, out i...Closest Shave I Ever Got<br /><br />Brother Ainsworth, out in our part of the Panhandle, there was plenty of vets who would work on cats and dogs, but "big-animal" vets were mighty thin on the ground. Most of them spent the biggest part of their time treating cows for the big dairies. As a result, good ol' Doc got roped into cuttin' stud horses. The vets provided the medicine which I gave IV until the stud rolled over and went to snorin'. <br />This is where my friend, "Big Iron," set to work with a cotton rope. He could tie 'em up so I could do my work without gettin' stomped. He had just finished puttin'his magic knot on a buckskin stud colt. I washed and prepped the area and proceeded to cuttin' with a #10 scalpel. I had cut the first nut off when I went to workin' on the second. The horse groaned and moved a little. "Don't you worry, Doc. This ol' hoss ain't goin' nowhere." I shifted my Levi Garret and got the second nut. I was workin' up the cord to find the "squealler"; just as I clamped and cut the cord, I felt the sudden urge to jump back. Ol' Buck had slipped a back foot plumb outta the magic rope and was huntin' my face! He had come so close to gettin' it, it left dirt in my whiskers. ""Thought you said he wasn't goin' nowhere?" "He didn't! He's still here." Now that's the truth, or pretty close to it.<br />DocDoc Turnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03771622965389391657noreply@blogger.com